"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Bakusquad/Izuku (feat. Bakugou)

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"What time will you fuckin' finish?"

"Kacchan! You're the one who wanted to tag along!" Izuku huffed, clicking the eyeshadow palette closed. "At least act patient!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he impatiently tapped his foot on the tiled ground. It was warm instead of the blistering cold outside, so his jacket rest at the head of the chair Izuku was sitting in.

The said man was doing his own make-up, other women buzzing around to fold clothes and stopped by Izuku every five minutes or so, hands poking and prodding him and Bakugou couldn't help but get annoyed. How does Deku even deal with people pushing into his personal space? Ugh.

One girl in particular- Asui, or something- seemed too comfortable in sliding her hands on Izuku's lean muscles, analytical eyes scanning him up and down like a computer- "Oi, frog-face," Katsuki barked, kicking himself up from the wall he was leaning on with his arms crossed.

"Keep your fucking grimy paws off of him."

The said girl looked at him, naturally wide eyes stared at him unnervingly, before she nodded. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Midoriya." Izuku spluttered, fumbling with his eyeliner and mascara clumsily before he snapped the lid closed. "A-Asui! It's nothing like.. Like that!"

The green haired girl nodded again, but pulled her hands away to respect Bakugou's wishes, making the latter huff begrudgingly. "Of course. Whatever you say." Something in her flat tone went up, like she were teasing- poking fun at Deku.

"A-Asui!"

"Midoriya, please call me Tsuyu. Goodbye."

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"This is bullshit." Bakugou's tone was flat, red eyes shifting towards the gaunt man who held up his hands apologetically. "Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Bakugou and Midoriya-San. But you'll have to stay. We rented a hotel nearby, and we'll deliver fresh clothes to your doorstep if you allow us to take your measurements."

Of course. Of course Izuku had to stay overnight. Just his luck.

His eyes trailed towards the shorter male, who clung to his arm with a cute pout on his glossy lips, thick lashes fanning his cheekbones as his flat chest pressed on his side.

But a hotel room..

"... Fine. Whatever. Just give us the stupid fucking keys."

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".. I'm staying on your bed."

"W-What- Kacchan- WAIT!-"

Too late. Bakugou has already shoved the smaller man aside, gracefully landing beside him and pushing all the covers away.

Izuku whined, squirming under the bigger man, trapped underneath his arm as he flailed. "K-Kacchan! You're so heavy!"

"Hah!? You callin' me fat?"

"No!" Izuku denied, hands coming to try and smack his arm away, wheezing under him. Katsuki grinned, amused, before immediately grabbing the shorter man's waist and pulling Deku under him.

"W-What?- Kacchan!" Midoriya huffed, wiggling his hips with his arms trapped over his head, half heartedly glaring at Bakugou with indignation. His shirt had ridden up, over his nipples, pink rosy buds that slightly hardened at the cool air.

Bakugou grinned wolfishly, straddling the shorter man until he gave up and puffed his pink cheeks. Cute, he noted. "Kacchan's so mean," he whined, staring in Bakugou's eyes stubbornly. "He's a jerk."